With Each Other…

With Each Other…

Roads,

In Phoenix; long, smoldering and smiling
In New York; bustling and too bright for most
In Seattle; too cool to be bothered

All lead to:
Shared glasses of merlot and belly laughs
Fueled by cheap beer and jokes
Weaved with regret.

All lead to:
Bodies twisting and mingling with years
Of comfort and lively stories
Of the past, vivid and true
And perilous plans
To never change.

It’s atavistic nowadays;
Animals of habit, creatures of the familiar
But really just boys and girls
Pretending to be men and women
While we scramble to find solid ground

With each other…


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